Hey again!

It's me! ;) And I came with an update of this story... hope you don't mind? Things are going to turn ugly... well... only a little - maybe. And no flashbacks in this chapter... only the jumping in POV's... hope you'll not get dizzy! ENJOY!

He stared ahead, feeling strangely detached to it all. He knew he should be agitated. Hell, he should kick these bastards' asses, but instead he knelt there, his hands crossed in front of his body, while his eyes shone in serenity. A huge figure stopped in front of him, causing him to lean his head back to look up at the man.

"It is time. You're to finish what began twenty years ago." The dark voice told him, but his eyes were glued to the silver cross in the man's hands.

And he was suddenly eager to fulfil the man's wishes.

Touching the cross with gentle fingers, stroking softly over the cold metal his eyes started to gleam. Taking the precious gift from the man he nodded quietly.

"Yes. It is time to finish it, Master."

SPNSPN

He almost cried out in triumph, cradling his raw wrist to his body and panting in and out trying to get himself controlled again. As he had calmed a little he set to work to loosen the noose on his other, still bound wrist.

It took him several minutes, because of the lack of feeling in his numb fingers. But finally both hands were free.

Fighting himself into an upright position proved to be more difficult then he thought. His arms had the consistence of jello and as he finally sat, he was even more drenched in sweat, moving his stiffly fingers over the rope he started to undo his bound feet.

He went rigid as the stench of death and filth filled the cave, causing a feeling of dread, his breathing turning laboured again. He should remember that smell... but a small groan from the other side of the room, let him shrug off the feeling and he came swaying to his feet. His arms spread as he tried to keep his balance, a small wince escaping him as his abused muscles pulled under the strain and he started his way over to his brother.

He sank down on his knees in front of Dean, watching him as his eyes blinked open, to reveal puzzled and dull hues that needed a moment to settle on him.

He could hear something move far back in the cavern and his head snapped around, trying to make out anything in the darkness. But there was nothing. Still, the fine hair on the back of his head started to rise. He felt foreboding, just knew something would happen and that he needed to hurry to get them out.

His movements grew frantic, as he started to loosen the rope keeping his brother's arms in place.

With both of Dean's arms freed Sam heaved his brother upwards, ignoring his grunts of pain and the slick wet he felt as his hand settled on his brother's spine for support.

He felt Dean's muscles tense as he tried to help out, a tremor running through the abused limbs and the panting turned into hitching breaths.

"Sammy…" he almost didn't hear the breathed words.

"Sammy… go!" For a moment Sam stopped his task to loosen the knots holding Dean's legs.

"Shut up!" he answered through gritted teeth and continued his work.

"SAM!"

All happened at the same time.

With a final pull Dean's feet came free as the awful stench suddenly intensified and Sam felt something behind him. His knees buckled at Dean's weight, a sharp pain spreading from his hip into his lower back and he had to let go of his brother, who tumbled to the ground in an ungraceful heap.

Warm blood ran down his side, as he stumbled backwards, his eyes darting around, looking for the attacker, arms raised in an attempt to defend himself.

He could hear Dean's groan, his eyes still searching the shadows, but nothing was there.

Everything was quiet again.

"Sam… go!" he ignored Dean's slurred voice.

He went forward in another attempt to pull Dean up, as the horrible smell, again assaulted his senses.

Unprepared he staggered sideways, as something barrelled into him. He lost his footing, flew through the air and landed several feet away on the ground, slithering to a stop.

For a moment Sam was winded. His ears were ringing, and blood was running down the back of his head, where the hard cave-floor had broken the skin. He could already feel the flesh swelling.

As he fought his way up into a sitting position he was pushed down hard again, his head connecting a second time leaving him seeing stars. Groaning he blinked against the oncoming darkness, feeling a heavy weight plopping down on his chest, causing him to yell in pain and finally he could see the attacker. It was the man from the house, the man who'd hurt his brother.

The eyes of the assailant were glowing in a dangerous way while his lips curled up into a cruel smile.

"Hello Sammy! Let's play!!!"

to be continued...

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